Chapter 9

As they walked down the hall, Liam tried to keep his eyes off Kieran’s round ass. From where he was, he could smell Kieran’s shampoo.

It smelled like an afternoon of picking wild berries.

In the backroom, Kieran handed him a towel and left the room. “I’ll be back in a few.”

When Kieran had left, Liam shook his head at himself. “Emancipated,” he repeated the word.

Time for a shot of honesty, please.

Aside from online gay porn and pay-per-view movies, Liam had kept his sexual orientation safely secured away, bound and restricted, and under high surveillance. Now, if he was going to eventually do anything about it, it was going to be with a foreigner on a twenty-four-hour round trip to Montreal. The man would be old enough to shave and would have to suffer from short term memory loss.

“Are you decent?” Kieran asked at the door.

Decent

That word, more than any other, weighed on Liam’s conscience.